C63 sixty three

"I laughed, 'It's like if I don't agree with you, I feel like you'll shoot me,' I joked.

He laughed, 'I really will shoot you,' He refilled the glass on my side. 'With love,' he added, handing me the glass.

I smirked, 'Cheesy.'

'When will you ever be amused by my pick-up lines?' he said like a child.

I grinned, 'Are those really called pick-up lines?' I teased him back.

He sighed, his expression turning serious.

'I don't know about you. Just eat. Finish that, if you don't finish it, you won't like what I'll do to you,' he threatened.

I raised my brows, 'What if I can't finish this?'

He pouted, 'Nothing,' was his retort.

I immediately chuckled at his reaction. Earlier, he looked so serious, and now it's like his mood did a complete flip.

"Okay," I shrugged. "I'll finish it, of course, since you're the one who cooked!"

He smiled and nodded, "Good," and tapped my head playfully.

I just smiled and continued eating. I didn't think we'd come to this point. I didn't think we'd reconcile, but apparently, I was wrong.

"By the way, how did you learn to cook? I mean, the way you cook, you seem like an expert," I turned to the kitchen, which was spotless. "And it's delicious! I remember the soup you cooked for me before," I praised again.

He scooped rice onto his plate and mine. I wanted to protest, but seeing him raise an eyebrow, I couldn't do anything.

"When I was 15, sometimes I watched Mommy while she's cooking. Then I tried cooking different things until I learned. It's not that hard as long as you know the step-by-step," he stopped and looked at me, puzzled. "You still don't know how to cook main dishes? I mean, like this chicken adobo?" he asked in amazement.

I bit my lower lip and slowly nodded, feeling embarrassed! Well, I did try, but every time I did, it was wasted! So, Ate and even Mama didn't ask me to cook anymore. I inherited Papa's trait of not knowing how to cook anything other than hotdogs and eggs, so we look like a family of hotdogs!

He started eating again, watching me as if analyzing every move I made. I took a sip of water.

"Are you turned off? Are you not coming back to me? What?" I bombarded him with questions.

He choked on his food because of my questions. So, I handed him his glass, which he took and drank from.

"O-of course not!" he forced out. "Why would I be turned off just because you don't know how to cook?! It wasn't a crime! You can also learn like me," he insisted.

I looked at him seriously, and he smiled awkwardly.

"I tried, But maybe it's really beyond my powers." I admitted. "I mean, I've tried my best, but I always failed," I reasoned.

He chuckled, "Don't worry! Tomorrow you'll cook for our lunch! I'll teach you," he proudly said.

"If you teach me well and it's delicious! There's only one meaning," I stopped.

He raised his brows, "Am I good at teaching?" he guessed.

I rolled my eyes, "Duh, When I learn, it means I listen to what you say!" I answered playfully.

We finished eating, and I only responded to his teasing and bantering. In fairness, he didn't get angry with me and just went along with it.

"What are you doing?" He wrapped his arm around my waist and glanced at the phone screen.

I adjusted my position on the couch. He leaned closer to me, sniffing my neck. It felt like he poured cold water on me with his breath on my neck. My heart started to race, and it felt like there was a strong tremor in my chest.

"I'm just checking if anyone chatted with me," I answered and put my phone back in my purse.

I turned to him; he was looking at me seriously as if waiting for an explanation from me.

"Student chat," I corrected myself.

He chuckled, pulling me closer while sniffing my shoulder.

"Let's be together again," he said and kissed my cheek.

I glanced at him with a mischievous smile.

"Okay," I replied.

He glanced at my face, as if making sure.

"Hmmm," he sniffed my hair. "I miss you," he softly said.

I felt his grip tighten on my side, so I turned to him, but he was so close to my neck that I couldn't look at him properly.

He pinched my waist again, "Cyrus," I scolded.

My hair stood on end because of what he was doing. It felt like ice was being rubbed against my skin.

"Hmm?" was his only response.

He breathed on my neck again, sending shivers down my spine.

He slowly planted soft kisses on my neck... my jaw... my cheek... my temple... and my head.

He let go of the hug and quickly grabbed both of my hands, which were getting cold from nervousness.

I watched him play with my fingers while he smiled

. Seeing him smile like that, it seemed like holding my hand was one of his dreams because of the width of his smile.

I watched him from the side. Just like before, I wasn't disappointed; if he was handsome before, now he's even more handsome, even in profile.

His jaw moved, and he slowly looked at me. It felt like the surroundings were in slow motion as he blinked his beautiful eyes, his red lips parting with a smile. He let go of my hands just to comb his hair. It felt like I was blessed to see it. He bit his lower lip and smiled playfully at me.

"You can't end up with anyone else. You can't escape from me again. You can't leave me. You can't fall for anyone else. You are not for others, You are only for me, and it is a curse," He confidently said, very proud.

I just nodded; I didn't know what to say. I couldn't avoid looking into his eyes. If I avoided his gaze, I would fall for something sharp. He slowly moved closer to me, grasped my jaw, and rubbed it. His touch was like a soft marshmallow, Incredibly soft. I think I'm going crazy with his touch! He leaned closer to me, licked his lower lip.

I blinked, In a quick turn of events, he's kissing me. I could feel his hot kiss again, so hot that it felt like I was burning. The way his lips rubbed against mine made my heart and knees tremble so hard. I slowly lifted my hand to his muscular arm to hold on.

We continued kissing as if there were no tomorrow, next tomorrow, or later. He had raised his level of kissing! If before his kisses were full of caution, now it's different.

Different... so different that I managed to respond with sincerity in my heart.

For him, I was willing to accept everything wholeheartedly.

Just for him, only for him, and it's also a curse.